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Jan 2018
a princess, tired,
built castles, loved by people
and loved a prince
β€”all birthed from her words

an outcast, fallen,
as her words turn
into robbers of joy and
into daggers against her

a queen, revives,
to ascend the throne once again
pen as sword; heart as shield
written words are her armies
under her rough hands
i'll never give up on writing. i am back.
(j.m.)
Lunar
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Lunar  23/seaside soul
(23/seaside soul)   
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     tamia, --- and Iris Proctor
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